What are kids to think? In our day there were rules. When I was in middle school (sorry Robert Klein) I saw Robert Klein in concert in Washington D.C. He was hilarious and we bought his album and learned a few of his skits. Like kissing the gold tassels of the American flag if it hit the ground. Or HOMOgenized milk.
But we used to make up our own about not swimming for X amount of minutes after eating a certain food, else you’d go down to Davy Jones’ locker forever, never to be seen again. I think in Robert’s version, jello was about 20 minutes and franks and beans meant you’d never swim again.
What about hot pastrami on rye with grainy mustard? Matzoh ball soup (I know, depends on the density of the matzoh balls). How about a Reuben sandwich? Latkes? My family is not Jewish, I’d only like to be. Raised Catholic, the guilt plug is already installed.
Mr. Robert Klein, writer, comic, actor and wonderful human being, could you please judge these elements as to time before a child can get into the pool? Thanks so much, Dee and over 20,000 readers
